It is easier not to say anything. Shut your trap, button your lip, can it. All that crap you hear on TV about communication and expressing feelings is a lie. Nobody really wants to hear what you have to say.

I'm learning how to taste everything.

I am beginning to measure myself in strength, not pounds. Sometimes in smiles.

I like cheeseburgers too much to be a model.

I’m the girl who trips on the dance floor and can’t find her way to the exit. All eyes on me.

Hannah was about to burst with excitement, which would have been disgusting because she would have sprayed blood, guts and glitter in every direction.

They tied me back together, but they didn't use double knots. My insides are draining out of the fault lines in my skin, I can feel it, but every time I check the bandages, they're dry.